Don't Turn Away

Sometimes I'll open a book randomly, to see what I find.

 Sometimes life opens itself randomly.

All seems out of my control.

But the chaos may also mean there is growth, or the newness preceding growth. It is ok to feel uncomfortable.

It is ok to skim, to read in fits and starts.

What do we do with the resistance?  Let it be. Let it find its way through questioning and curiosity.

The book itself does not matter, but the thinking.  The engagement. Life. And looking.

“It’s life that matters, nothing but life—the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot